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The Welcome

By: JayLaw928



The Young Riders is owned by MGM.

This story is for entertainment purposes only, not for personal profit. The Young Riders and all the characters therein belong to MGM.

The Young Riders is a T.V. show that ran from 1989-1991 about the 18 month span of the pony express. 

This story is set about seven years after the end of the pony express. If you don't know the characters, you might want to get to know them on Hulu. It's three seasons of old western fun, drama, social issues, and goodness. 

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She knocked on the door of the little house with more than a bit of trepidation. Myrtle, the nice elderly lady that she had met at the general store earlier in the week was not expecting her, but the diminutive figure on the porch had wanted to be welcoming and neighborly. 

She fidgeted with the welcome basket in her hands while looking about her. Knocking once again, she stepped down off the little porch and turned to survey the leaning fence that haphazardly enclosed the hard dirt that tried to be a front yard. Outcroppings of rocks and scattered tufts of weeds completed the ramshackle look of the property.

A deep gravelly voice behind her startled her out of her perusal.

"Yeah," it growled belligerently.

She turned to the open door, then blushed mightily, eye level to a pair of long john clad legs, a gun belt and a sizable bulge beneath it. An ivory-handled, silver plated gun rested in the holster, and in the split second it took her to register that fact, her eyes shot up to the face of the man at the door.

'It can't be,' she prayed to herself.

His face was scruffy with a couple of days' hair growth on it, and long brown hair framed it, but it was the eyes that made her breath catch. Despite their bloodshot appearance, she would have known those eyes anywhere. Those eyes that had watched her from across a bunkhouse lifetimes ago. 

Eyes that had squinted in the sun on long rides next to her. Those eyes that had both teased and tormented her with their endless threats and promises. Eyes that had harbored so much pain, and yet crinkled up in laughter with such ease. Those light brown eyes that seemed steely and hard when gunning down blood-thirsty outlaws yet chocolaty brown and deep when he laughed or looked at her with desire in the moonlight by a fire.

"Jimmy," she whispered, her heart pounding, eyes wide.

She willed her hands to stop shaking on the handle of the basket.

He glared around at the scenery.

She wasn't even sure he saw her. Would he recognize her? Would he remember? She steeled her nerves and squared her shoulders. Stepping back onto the porch, she held out her hand in greeting.

He was scratching his backside and yawning. Out of habit, he perused her body first. His sleepy eyes raked up and down her form appreciatively. Dark brown skirt, white puffy blouse, classy but not flashy or frilly. Wavy brown hair looked like it went halfway down her back.

Her heart fell. He didn't know her. Of course he wouldn't remember. This was Wild Bill Hickok, she chided herself. Not Jimmy. Not ... her Jimmy.

She hadn't written anyone. She hadn't kept in touch by any means. She knew she couldn't expect much of a welcome. From anybody. She left and spent all her energy trying to keep Kid happy. He had known their departure would be heartbreaking for the people they both considered family. His insistence that it was the right thing to do filled her with guilt for not wanting to follow her husband. So she played the dutiful wife and went along with him. For seven years, she did.

She lowered her eyes to the ground, embarrassed by her automatic expectations. Embarrassed that even after all these years, there was still some tiny seed of hope, eager to plant itself in the heart she thought had been hardened by so many years of neglect and disappointment. She didn't know whether to lower her hand, or to leave it there in case he decided to shake it.

He raised an eyebrow in appreciation. This just might be his lucky day, he thought, as one side of his mouth curled up in a humorless smile. Or hers, he smirked to himself. He decided to let this little piece of cake have a big piece of Wild Bill.

He finally raised his eyes to her face and she met his gaze, stifling her chagrin. His smirk widened into a grin, taking in the beauty before him.

The big brown eyes, the pert little nose, the soft pouty lips. Oh, he was going to have a—wait a minute. 

Why did those eyes snag at something inside him? Why did he suddenly expect those lips to softly put him in his place when he was acting out or share her deepest secrets when things were quiet? What was this feeling of guilt and shame welling up inside him suddenly? Who the hell--?

For a moment, so quick she thought she imagined it, she saw him as he was over seven years ago. She saw a flash of life, of interest. That flash flooded her whole being with images of his boyish blush and wry smile from her kiss on his cheek at dinner. Her blue dress and his warm, firm hand around her waist as they clumsily and joyfully waltzed together, heedless of the world around them. For just a moment.

Something moved inside him. Deep inside him. Something that he'd hidden away seven years ago. A sound. One he had held on to as if his life depended on it. For seven long years. It started fighting, clawing, and kicking to escape. It wanted out of the special place he had kept it. The place he had buried it under years of drinking and women. It wanted to be reunited with its owner. It bubbled inside, boiling over until he couldn't keep its lid on anymore.

It scratched its way out.

"Lou," he rasped her name, his eyes wide in disbelief.

She gasped. Her heart skipped, again trying to allow hope in. He remembered!

Then he was gone.

It wasn't Jimmy anymore.

This was pure Wild Bill.

He glared at her.

His hands fisted into balls until she lowered her outstretched hand. He didn't want to know if it was as soft as he remembered.

She's Kid's. His brother's. Or the man he once thought of as a brother.

She was only supposed to be in his dreams. The dreams he tried to drink away every day and night. That was where he had left her deep brown eyes that could see right through him. That was where he had abandoned her dark hair that glowed copper in the firelight. That was where her delicately light touches that inflamed his skin and blood had been banished to.

Where the hell had she been all these years? Why had she never written or contacted anyone? His eyes narrowed. What the hell was she doing here? To laugh? To gloat on what the mighty "Wild Bill" Hickok had become? Oh, he'd show her how 'Wild' he could get.

But even in his angry haze, the little voice inside him that he had been drinking away for years told him that was not true. He had no cause to be angry at her. For anything. Damned little voice.

He cleared his throat and looked past her, over her shoulder.

"Lou," he growled.

She closed her eyes as his voice washed over her. They flew open as she realized what she was doing.

She raised her chin slightly, and responded soft and low, "Jimmy."

He raised a sardonic eyebrow.

"You're...back."

She nodded.

"What are you doin' here"

She shrugged, "I live," she nodded her head in the general direction of her house, "not too far. I was bring a welcome basket for-"

"Where's Kid? Last I heard, you and him were down South-"

"Kid... Kid and me..." she closed her eyes in sudden weariness and sighed. "Kid ain't here."

She swallowed hard. There. It was out. Now let him make what he wanted of it. She was damaged goods. A used woman. Not like it changed anything in her life whether he knew or not. She opened her eyes and met his stare.

"I couldn't stay. I ... I needed..." she gestured at the vast expanse of rolling hills and undulating landscape, "this." She thought for a few moments as he gazed intently at her.

"I left. He didn't." She shrugged. She didn't want to share anymore of the past seven years, and she was sure he didn't want to hear it. Did he even care?

He wanted to berate his heart for leaping for joy at her words. The embodiment of everything that he once loved stood in front of him in a tiny, big-eyed package. In a skirt. Without her husband. 

His body reacted strongly to these truths. He hated himself for it. He growled and glared at her again.

His little voice whispered, "Not her fault." He took a deep breath and let it out impatiently.

He smirked, "And now you're on my porch." He glanced down at her arms and raised an eyebrow, "With a basket."

He turned abruptly and stalked into the house, leaving the door open. She followed behind him, bumping into his chest when he abruptly stopped and turned to her.

"Didn't think I'd ever see you again," he rumbled.

She gaped at him in shock. She never thought she'd ever hear words like that fall from his lips.

He cursed himself. He didn't mean to say that. He didn't mean to say anything. Where the hell did that come from? What the hell was wrong with him? He never would have said anything like that to anyone in his life, least of all her. What the hell was she doing to him? He turned on his heel and stalked back into the house with a snarl.

She heard him rummaging around, glass bottles being knocked over in his search. She hesitantly stepped inside, looking around. He loomed over her suddenly, his bare chest, chiseled and well-formed, directly in front of her, almost on top of her, his hand on the open door.

She gasped, flinched and took a step back. His arm snaked around her tiny waist and lifted her up, pulling her up against his bare chest. She closed her eyes and turned her head, breathing in his scent, whiskey, leather and fresh chopped wood.

She opened her eyes and met his scowling gaze with her wide eyes. He stepped back, turned and closed the door behind him as he slowly released her from his grip.

He just wanted to close the door. Lou almost laughed out loud at her own imagination and foolishness. Of course he wanted to close the door. It was getting into the chilly part of the day.

She slid down his body, flushed with embarrassment. She felt every inch of his hardness through her skirt as she went. Before she could stop herself, she breathed him in deep, her eyelids fluttering closed over her rolling eyes. 

His heat penetrated every layer she wore. God, he felt good. Her eyes shot open, realizing she had moaned that thought under her breath. She quickly glanced at his eyes and knew he had heard. She let out a shuddering breath.

His anger was almost palpable. She stepped back, unsure of what to expect. She heard a click behind his back. Realizing he had just locked the door, her trepidation turned to panic as he towered over her. 

His eyes raked over her again with a careless, sinister glint, causing her skin to burn with helpless mortification. She was still a married woman, no matter what society's opinion was. She closed her eyes, begging her body to cool down, to not respond so acutely to his nearness and his shameful treatment of her.

He was gone as quickly as he appeared, and she almost lost her balance, not having him to lean on.

She sighed and shook her head. She was flustered and confused and needed to get a grip on herself.

She looked around and saw the main room of the house, with what looked like a small bedroom off of the main room. She was next to a little kitchen area with a counter, a cast iron stove and a sink with a pump built-in. 

The rest of the room had a table with chairs, and a long sofa against the wall. Her eyes found Jimmy sitting on one side of the sofa with a bottle of an amber liquid in one hand and two short glasses in the other. He tilted his head at her raising an eyebrow and the glasses.

Lou put the welcome basket on the table. She noted and admired the crisp condition of the floral patterned sofa, and sat on the cushion furthest from Jimmy. She took the proffered glass with a trembling hand. She didn't want to be rude after all, she counseled herself.

Jimmy sloshed some of the whiskey into her glass, and filled his own up. Before she could raise her glass in response to his, he had downed his drink and refilled his vessel. The comforting burn of the whiskey trail down his throat soothed his raw nerves and muffled his tiny, logical voice that was trying to break down his hard shell he had worked so hard to build up around his heart.

He looked at Lou. 

She hadn't touched her drink and was looking around like she was lost. Jimmy scoffed inwardly as he tossed back his second drink.

'She found her way to Kid's safe arms once,' he thought jealously, 'she'll do it again.' The thought of Kid made the ever-present, slow burning fire inside him flare up once again in his gullet.

He filled up his glass, threw the drink back again, then glared at Lou as it burned its way towards the conflagration inside him. The magical amber liquid, usually so potent, wasn't numbing that hollow ache as it had in the past. The insatiable need he had been trying to drown for seven years just wouldn't go away this time.

He leaned across the couch and tapped Lou's glass with his own. She looked at his stubble covered face, and glaring eyes, and felt his challenge. 

She shouldn't, she knew, but she did. She swallowed the whiskey in one gulp, her mind quickly flashing to the saloon that Kid's brother, Jed, had taken all the 'boys', with the easy women and flowing drinks. 

Then she choked. Her eyes watered, and she coughed. She wondered if she would be able to breathe again. Jimmy let out a humorless chuckle, and reached over, pounding her on the back with an open hand. Eyes watering, she returned Jimmy's glare. His mouth had a smile, but no emotion was in the expression. 

She shook her head, gasping for breath as he leaned over and refilled her glass. Lou held on to it while her coughing finally subsided. She felt the fire coursing its way down to her stomach. 

Breathing deeply, thankful she had survived the experience, she put her glass down on the floor beside the sofa. She wasn't going to do this with him. She wasn't going to play this game.

With a wheezing breath out, she glanced around the room again, keeping Jimmy in her sights at the corner of her eye. 

She didn't know this person. She didn't know this man who had shed or maybe just buried the caring, thoughtful and considerate friend of her past. This man was ... darker. There was more pain there, or maybe it was just closer to the surface.

She glanced at him again, slightly turning her head. He was staring at her, shamelessly. Everywhere he looked burned as though he was touching her with his warm fingers. She looked down quickly, increasingly alarmed at her body's reaction, a response she thought had long been purged from her existence. She had never felt like that when Kid looked at her. 

The emotional distance between her and Kid had grown imperceptibly at first. It had grown with every task he took over 'That a woman shouldn't do,' with every meal he expected on the table, with every dress, shawl or other beautiful accessory he showered her with, to, "Help her feel more pretty." It wasn't that she didn't like the gifts. It was that they didn't seem focused on her and her interests and goals in life.

The biggest betrayal of all came from the decisions he made without consulting her like the partner she knew she should have been. Where they would live, how they would make ends meet. Whether he should join and fight for the South in the war. He treated her like an accessory for his life.

She started to feel like a fraction of who she was while riding with the Pony Express, while working, sleeping, and fighting alongside her Express brothers. Sitting on this couch in Jimmy's humble home, she realized she hated Kid for this feeling of inadequacy.

At first, her disguise had been for protection and survival. It grew to mean independence and freedom for the petite girl who knew life couldn't or wouldn't offer much to a woman, any woman without a man by her side. 

Kid struggled constantly, in those days, to comprehend her need, want, and desire to be 'one of the boys'. His inability to see her true spirit was a constant challenge, a battle that sapped her patience and seemed to always have the two of them butting heads.

Jimmy never seemed to have that problem. She was always 'one of the boys' to him. Even after he found out she wasn't. He had always included her in whatever was happening and stuck up for her abilities when certain others would and did leave her behind. Kid had always hated him for that, she found out later. And he made sure she knew it.

Yes, Jimmy always treated her like one of them, but, he knew how to make her feel like woman, too. A desired woman. "You're the best lookin' boy I ever seen," "When it comes to women, my hands just got a mind of their own," dancing in the street to a lone trumpeter in the blue dress he bought for her, an earth-shattering yet brief kiss by the fire under the moonlight. Yes, Jimmy knew exactly how to make her feel like a woman.

The insistent warmth that had taken up residence in her core since he had opened the door started blooming hotter, pushing throughout her body, into all her limbs. She knew, if she didn't get herself under control, she'd be lost.

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A/N: 

This is my first published piece. I will get the 2nd half out as soon as possible! Thank you for your time! 

The Welcome Ch. 02



Jimmy couldn't stop staring at her. Where had she gone? This timid and shy creature wasn't Lou. Not the Lou whose eyes shot fire and brimstone when crossed. Not the Lou who held her own and better in gunfight after gunfight. Not the Lou who crossed this country on horseback, solo, delivering the Express pouch. He glared at her. What the hell had happened to her?

He downed his drink again. Jimmy took his time perusing her form. She still had the rich brown hair, now falling to the middle of her back in waves. Her face was smooth and sun-kissed to a light tan. Her neck, still so graceful and long. He longed to press his lips against it. Lips... God, why her? Why now?

His body, clad in his long john bottoms, hardened even further. His stomach clenched with a hunger food couldn't touch, stoking the fire in his loins. He had to put it out, to snuff the desire to reach out to her, touch her, pull her to him, to banish her lifelessness and his emptiness.

Damnit, Hickok, he berated himself, she's not even ten minutes back in your life and you already want to be the damn hero again. He glared at her harder. Her hero.

'What if she needs you as much as you need her?' His whole being responded to the thought. Damned stupid tiny voice. The fire inside him was not listening to reason. He couldn't remember his reasons anymore.

He looked at his glass filled with his ... sixth? drink, then at the half filled bottle.

Standing up, he noticed her flinch again, just like she had in the doorway. Her tiny movement penetrated his angry and slightly inebriated haze. What the hell? Was it from that Wicks bastard still, or something more recent? He sighed, took his glass and the bottle to the kitchen and put them on the counter next to the sink. 

He slowly walked to her side of the sofa, and crouched next to her. She flinched again and seemed to curl up into herself, even though she had just slightly leaned back away from him and closed one eye, before she caught herself and straightened out with her chin up. Watching her carefully, he stood up with measured and deliberate movements, and showed her the forgotten whiskey glass that was now in his hand. 

She let go of the breath she didn't realize she was holding as he cocked his head with a sardonic half smile that belied the rage boiling inside towards whoever had done this to her.

Walking back to the sink, he had to mentally force his fingers to relax around the glass as he deposited it into the basin. He clung to the side of the sink, leaning on straight arms with his head down, breathing deeply, willing himself to relax. He was no good to her angry. He'd just add to her fear. She needed him calm. She needed him level-headed. She needed him.

He cursed himself for not seeing it sooner, for letting her see him like this. There is always drinking involved when someone reacts the way she did. What the hell did Kid do to her?

He grabbed a bucket, filled it with the pump and washed his face and mouth out repeatedly, trying to wash away the stench that could mean fear to her. He swore at himself while the water dripped off his face and into the basin. 

What the hell was he doing? He threw an angry look over his shoulder at the lone figure on the sofa. She was sitting bolt upright, her eyes focused on a point on the floor and not moving.

She looked so tiny, so lost. So beautiful. The water had cooled him momentarily, but as he turned and ambled back to the couch, the full force of his desire returned and threatened to take over his body. 

His head wanted to help her, defend her, protect her. His body wanted to touch her, lick her, possess her. He sat down hard between his previous seat and the middle cushion next to her, shocking her out of her reverie.

She looked at him with wide eyes. He stretched his arms up then rested them along the top of the sofa cushions and watched her get control over her reaction. She lowered her eyes and rested her hands together in her lap.

Lou noticed movement on his lap, and glanced up at it curiously. Blushing furiously, she quickly turned her head and eyes away from his burgeoning desire. To her chagrin, her own body responded in kind. 

Warmth from her core spread like wildfire all the way to her fingertips and toes. She could feel the answering moisture between her legs as she struggled with all her might to tamp down her reaction.

Closing her eyes tightly, she yelled at herself, 'Get a hold of yourself, girl!' A tiny voice inside irreverently responded, 'I know what I'd like to get a hold of...' Lou growled in warning to shut the little voice up, too late realizing she had made the noise out loud. 

She opened one eye and tried to sneak a peek at Jimmy. His eyebrow was raised and corners of his lips were curled up in a mocking half smile. His lap was moving more obviously. His length was straining against the long-john buttons that were holding him in with all their might, but Jimmy did nothing to hide it. She quickly looked down at her hands in her lap again, and let out a shaky breath.

With his hand that was next to her, Jimmy lightly touched her shoulder closest to him. She looked at him, red-faced. Her heavy shaking breaths warmed the skin on the back of his hand. He wanted those breaths on his face. 

'Damnit, Jim,' he yelled at himself, using Ambrose's abbreviation of his name. 'That's Kid's wife, not some common whore,' he chided himself. She hasn't left yet, his tiny voice pointed out. He groaned and rolled his eyes. God damned tiny voice.

He gently stroked the back of her neck with a finger. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. 'God, Lou, stop encouraging me,' his mind yelled. He pulled back his hand as if he had been burned.

Her eyes flew open, her face hot, her core even hotter. 'What was she doing?' she chastised herself. What had she become? She knew better than this. She knew she had to leave. Why wasn't she moving?

Jimmy touched her shoulder again. If he had gotten that response from just a finger, he pondered. Hmmmm...

She looked at him again, and he crooked his finger at her, beckoning to her to come nearer. His eyes seemed to dance with mischief. Her stomach flipped. It was not a sight Lou thought she would see again. There was her Jimmy again. Her Jimmy. She liked the sound of that in her head. His eyes had shed his pain for the moment, and he was the light-hearted boy she fell in love with. 

She caught her breath. Love? When had she fallen in love with him? It had to have been well before their kiss under the moonlight. Perhaps it was when he ran Teaspoon's velocipede into the pigsty, and came up laughing, coated in mud and pigs' wallow wanting to try again. Maybe it was when he shot the tennis ball out of the air. It could even have been as early as when they were watching the mare and her offspring cavorting around in the corral, when she asked Jimmy his thoughts about having a family.

She was intrigued. He still knew how to pique her interest.

Lou scooted closer to Jimmy, staring into his eyes. In one quick motion, he reached around her back and pulled her on top of him, so she was sitting astride his lap, facing him. She gasped in surprise.

He instantly felt her heat through her delicate bloomers and realized his plan to spark her anger, just to get a glimpse of the old Lou, might be sabotaged by his own body in the blink of an eye. Her eyes were wide with shock. He waited for her to respond, to hit him, slap him, storm off in a huff. He wanted to see some kind of power and emotion in her eyes besides fear and hesitancy.

Lou was incensed! How dare he grab her like that? Handle her so roughly, take such liberties? Hold her on top of his hardness like - like - she gulped- like she had never felt before. He was hard, and big, she discovered, as she wriggled, at first to get off him. 

Her skirt was in the way, she told herself. Jimmy's arms are too strong, she reasoned, pointedly ignoring the near weightless caress of his hands on her waist. Her thin undergarment did nothing to prevent her from feeling his firmness against her needy core, and she fell deep into the need for the ultimate fulfillment that she knew only Jimmy could bring her.

After watching a fleeting flash of anger in her eyes, Jimmy realized she wasn't moving. Or rather, she wasn't removing herself from his lap. She certainly was moving, though. She was moving her heat along his thick shaft, towards his body, then back to the end of his length. She was rocking from side to side, as if she was measuring it with herself. 

He ground his teeth together, trying to maintain some last semblance of sanity. He commanded his body not to move. His hips ignored him. He focused on her eyes, hoping she would see reason and come to her senses if she looked in his eyes. She was biting her lip and her lids were at half-mast, almost closed. He could only see the whites of her eyes.

She wasn't going to be any help. God, she felt so damn good. 

His hands found purchase on the sofa cushions and he grabbed them for all he was worth, trying to keep himself from doing something he'd possibly regret like tearing off her bloomers and plunging into her raging heat.

The buttons on his long johns finally gave up the fight against his insistent maleness, and popped open, freeing him from their flimsy confines. He grabbed on to her waist in a vain attempt at some kind of control. He tried to push her back, half-heartedly. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her. She moaned softly in his ear as she nibbled his earlobe. His grip tightened on her waist as his eyes closed. He was cracking. He rallied one last time for control, preparing to push her from him, bodily.

"Jimmy," she half moaned, half whispered into his ear, her voice husky, deep, needy and wanting, all at once. 

He crumbled. His hands reached under her skirt, found her bloomers and ripped them in twain. She chuckled in his ear, innocent and evil at the same time. It was like nothing he'd ever heard before, but he damn sure wanted to hear it again.

She pulled her hips back, and found his head, nestling it firmly at her opening. She opened her eyes and gazed into his. His eyes were dark with hunger, hers with desire. 

Their jagged breaths mingled and warmed them both. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling, and he held on to her hips with tight fingers to hold them steady. 'There she is,' he thought. 'There's my Lou.'

He blinked away what he decided was dust in his eye. Raising his hand to the back of her head, he pulled her face down to brush her lips with his. She parted her lips and delved into his mouth, both her hands holding his face.

Her hips gyrated around in a circular motion, causing his tip to move in her opening like a ball-and-socket joint. He shuddered under her exquisite torture, longing to plunge into her, but he let her maintain control. She pushed her hips hesitantly towards his, pushing his head against her heat more. 

He was a large man in so many ways, and she hadn't done this for a few years. Jimmy stared into her eyes, and smiled reassuringly at her. She pushed again, wanting him inside her, but she wasn't making much headway. Tears filled her eyes at her helplessness and uselessness.

Jimmy could feel her frustration. He pushed his fingers through her hair, whispered, "Shhhh," and pulled her into a deep kiss.

"I've been wanting for this for so long," he whispered. "You're doin' just fine, darlin'," he assured her.

Using one hand, he delved under her skirts to find her special button and caress it. She gasped at the sudden sensation and gyrated with his motions on her sensitive spot. He scooted down on the couch so he was angled directly below her and she was positioned directly above his shaft. 

His fingers worked their magic and soon she was gasping and opening up more, dripping with moisture all over his hard thickness. 

He removed his hand and pushed her upright. With his hands on her hips, and with the help of gravity and her generous moisture, he entered her tightness. He inhaled through his teeth and his eyes closed at the sensation of finally being one with this, the only love of his life. The love that he had given up long ago for her own happiness, protection and future.

"God, Lou," he ground out. "You feel so damn good."

Lou's eyes misted over as she heard him and felt his girth rise up inside her. She rolled her eyes back with a whimper, feeling the deliciousness of him. She pulled up, then pressed herself down further onto his shaft. 

She wanted all of him, wanted him to fill her up physically as he already had mentally and emotionally. She moved up and further down again, just inches away from complete oneness.

How could she have been so blind? How could she have been so focused on doing what everyone expected of her instead of what was in her heart? Up and down again. He was in places no one else had ever touched. Deeper inside, she felt fuller than she ever had in her whole life. 

He didn't tell her 'No', he made it possible for her to make it happen. 'He is sitting here, staring up at me, with so much desire and pleasure,' she thought, 'without pressure, without expectations.' Tears welled up in her eyes again.

He sat up and pulled her to him, unsure why the tears were coming this time. She pushed him back, shaking her head and smiling. She pushed her fingers through his hair and pulled him towards her for a deep kiss. 

He felt so damn good inside her, she thought. She wanted all of him. She had never really had this kind of control before, and the power was getting to her. 

She pushed him back against the couch again, raising herself up, almost all the way and let gravity take over, dropping herself hard on him. They both gasped at the same time, her from the pain of taking him all in so suddenly, him from the surprise of her actions and the feeling of being sheathed completely inside her, to the hilt.

She wasn't sure if she should move yet or not. Her tears of pain spilled over onto her cheeks and he sat up again. This time she let him take her into his arms and hold her. Her face was in the crook of his neck and she sobbed. He stroked her hair, her back, anything he could put his hand on, he stroked. He rubbed her back up and down as she gulped giant sobs of release. 

He sniffed, trying to hold back his own flood that was straining against years of "Wild Bill". He held her tight, oblivious to the tears that finally coursed over his cheeks and into her hair.

She wept. She mourned. Seven years of living as someone she was not. Seven years of life without Jimmy. Seven years of isolation and loneliness. Seven years without Jimmy. Seven years with no children, and a husband who would rather fight for a piece of land thousands of miles away rather than stay home and fight for a future with her. Seven damn years. 

And nothing to show for it but an empty marriage and seven years away from the man she didn't choose. The man who loved her as she was and is, and never tried to change her. The man that was letting her cry on his shoulder and who would end up with much more than just tears on his bare chest if her runny nose was any indication. 

She sniffed. And he was loving her all the way through it. The man that had just let her run ramshackle all over his body and asked nothing in return but her happiness. 

She had found herself, finally, and in his arms. She knew she would never let him go. They needed each other to survive.

Jimmy held the back of her head with one hand, as her sobbing slowly subsided into gulps of air then into long shaky sighs. He took the hem of her skirt and gently started wiping her cheeks and nose. He chuckled a little at the tiny gesture, so simple, yet so intimate, it filled him with such warmth. 

To care for her, to take care of her. It was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life. His hand stopped as he realized what he'd just thought. It was her. It had always been her. She was the one that filled his being like no other. Ever. He had been a fool to let her get away the first time and they had both paid for it.

He was just Jimmy now. All he'd ever wanted was to just be Jimmy. He would be her Jimmy. Nothing else to anyone else. He would take her last name and be James Butler McCloud, if she wanted. He would shave all the facial hair if she wanted. He would be her hero, just as she was now his.

He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her tight against him. He would never let her go again.

He pulled her closer, moving her around his shaft that had been forgotten for the moment. At least by Lou. For Jimmy, every sob, every sniff, every breath, every tiny movement reminded him of their joining. He found it difficult to not move in response to her every motion. He didn't want to take control; he wanted her to do anything and everything she wanted to.

She kissed his neck again. Her tongue darted out and licked where her lips had been. He breathed in sharply, and raised his chin to allow her better access. Her lips returned to the spot she kissed, and she started sucking as her hips started rotating around on him. 

She bit him gently, stopped and looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he was biting his lower lip. He felt her gaze on him and opened his eyes to look at her. God, she was beautiful.

She pulled the hem of her skirt up and used it to wipe his face, as he had hers.

Before either of them could speak, he thrust his hips up slowly and pulled back. She closed her eyes as he delved back into her heated depths. She opened her eyes and sat up, spreading her knees apart more. 

Holding his face in her hands, she gazed into his eyes as she started gyrating around, pulling back then pushing forward to reinsert his length all the way. Back and forth, out and in, the sparks in her eyes kindled a fire they both knew would consume them in pleasure and fulfillment. 

His hands were on her hips, guiding and helping her find her rhythm. He bit his lip again as she smiled a wolfish smile and leaned over to bite and suck on his neck again. She sucked hard. She wanted to mark her man. 

Her sucking and possessiveness increased her excitement and her hips moved faster and stronger. She wrapped her arms around his head and buried her face in his neck as she started breathing harder with each thrust.

Jimmy could hear her heavy breaths in his ear, her small moans and guttural whispers of desire. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, her noises shredding the remnants of his self control with every breath, gasp, and groan. He found her special button again, and stroked it with his thumb. With a loud gasp, she arched and threw her head back, holding on to his shoulders.

She was riding him hard now, up and down. Watching her, he felt a twinge of jealousy for her mount, Lightning. It was obvious now why that horse was so loyal. Damn, she rides good, he thought idly. His hips responded in kind to her fevered desires and he thrust up as she came down, over and over. 

Her nails dug into his shoulders and her eyes rolled back as she felt stars explode from her center and travel throughout her limbs. Lou moaned his name like a prayer that had finally been answered. 

Jimmy felt her tighten as if she were trying to suck the essence from his very soul, and he gladly gave it up, exploding, as he launched off the cliff of sanity into the warm oceans of oblivion, bellowing her name as he fell.

~~~~

He opened his eyes and found himself holding her trembling body against his tightly. She looked at him through her eyelashes. He breathed out a laugh. She giggled and shook her head, her face against his neck. She twined her arms under his, grasping onto his shoulders from behind with her hands. She pulled him even closer. 

He brushed her sweat drenched hair off her face, and kissed her forehead. He tilted his head lower and kissed the bridge of her nose. She closed her eyes and leaned her face up to his. Their lips met in a tender caress.




The Welcome Ch. 02



"Lou," Jimmy murmured lovingly, almost in astonishment.

Lou mumbled, "I never thought I'd feel you like this." She wiggled her bottom, jiggling his semi-firm manhood that was still lodged inside her.

Jimmy agreed with a lazy nod and a chortle, stroking her face gently.

"You know this means you're mine, right?" He raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her. They both chuckled.

"Just as you are mine," she agreed with a nod and a smile.

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Myrtle looked at the dark horse with the white forehead patch tethered her hitching post by the stables. It seemed vaguely familiar. Someone from town, perhaps? It looked like the mount of the sweet young lady from the general store, now that she thought about it. Lou, was it? Louise? She was so very sweet. And young. To be widowed at such a tender age was never an easy thing. She wondered how long the young lady had been here.

Oh, that Hickok was still here! She knew he would be trouble the day she took him in when he was so drunk he could hardly stand. But he reminded her so much of her own late husband. Lost, alone, and without a friend. 

She knew she had to care for the young man, like she hoped her late husband might have been cared for in his younger days when he was lost and alone. She wondered if he was being a gentleman to her visitor or his usual prickly self.

Then she heard him passionately roar the young lady's name. She blushed in realization of what she might have almost interrupted.

This must have been the Lou from his dreams that kept waking him and had him so deep in his cups, he couldn't see.

She stayed in the stables, slowly brushing down her horse. She knew that boy's time would now be spent elsewhere.

She was relieved. She couldn't help his dreams, but she'd managed to find the girl in them and bring them together again. Where they both belonged.

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A/N:

I would love to see what you thought of this and if I should submit more to Literotica.

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Thank you so very much for reading this humble offering, my first published fan fiction piece ever.

There may be more The Young Riders fiction coming.



The Welcome Committee



The fat drops of water hit the window. "Plop, plop, plop."

This was his first night in his new apartment. "Plop, plop, plop."

Wasn't rain some kind of bad omen? "Plop, plop, plop."

Tim turned around, rustling the sheets as he faced the dark window in front of him. He looked at the stack of boxes with his clothes. Then the stack of boxes with his electronics. Then he stared at the drops of water against the backdrop of downtown Philly. He threw a pillow over his face. Sleep would not come tonight. He might as well make good use of the time. His hand slithered under the sheets and into his boxers.

"Plop, plop, tap."

He stopped and immediately looked at the window. Two dark figures were standing on the fire escape.

"Tap, tap, click."

The window latch popped open. Tim shot up but could do nothing but stare at the opening window. The figures came inside, closing the window behind them, and flicked on a small lamp standing on one of the stack of boxes.

"W-Who are you?" said Tim.

"Does it matter?" said one woman.

Tim thought for a second. "W-Who are you?"

"Like she said, does it matter?" said the other woman.

Tim sat still as the women began to take off the long, dark trench coats that were soaked from the rain.

The woman to the right had beautiful olive colored skin could be compared with nothing except the emerald color of her eyes. A few strands of her straight, shoulder length brown hair lay across her smiling ruby red lips. She wore a snug white t-shirt, with a happy face in the center of it. Her breasts clung to the fabric of the shirt, making the happy face seem like one lucky guy. The shirt lead to a long, black skirt that flowed across her large hips down to her ankles. Her feet were adorned with leather boots that reached to her knees, as you could see through the two slits in her skirt.

The woman to the left had snow colored skin and straight, jet-black hair that hung to the middle of her neck. She had bright blue crystal shining from her eyes and soft pink lips. She wore a skimpy tank top that allowed the curves of her breasts to be easily seen. Her baggy cargo khakis clung far below her belly button, revealing the top of a g-string thong. A pair of ice blue sneakers poked out of the bottom of her pants.

"I'm new here. I-I just moved in" said Tim, as the women began to walk closer to him.

The two women laughed.

"We know that. And we're the welcome committee. My name's Jen" said the woman with the olive skin.

"And I'm April. We both want to extend our gratitude for moving into this fine building"

"W-What are you doing?" said Tim as the women sat at each side of the bed and began to pull off his sheets. "What is going-" said Tim, abruptly stopping, realizing that his hand still lay in his boxers.

"I see you got started without us" said Jen, smiling at the Tim's boxer tent. "I was, uh, just…" He was abruptly interrupted by April's tongue entering his mouth. As the woman passionately kissed, Jen slid down the bed and pulled out Tim's cock. "My oh my. That's nice" she said, gripping it with both hands. Meanwhile, Tim's eyes darted between the two scenes, not knowing which to pay attention to.

At once, both women released their grip. "I apologize for our wet clothes. Its really coming down out there. We should take them off" said Jen. "Yes you are right. Let me help you with that skirt" said April. She scurried across the bed and proceeded to pull down the skirt, revealing Jen's red g-string. "Thanks. Now I know those pants are tough to get off." said Jen, as she tugged loose April's baggy khakis. "Hey! You've got the same undies as me!" said April, surprised. She bent down to take a closer look and began rubbing the fabric, pressing into Jen's crotch. As she tinkered with Jen's cloth, April reached into her own g-string and began feeling around. "You're right! It's the same thing!"

Both women then turned to the open-mouthed Tim. "Let's hurry it up Jen!" said April, as she quickly pulled off the woman's t-shirt. Her abrupt pulling caused Jen's breasts to bounce up and down, bringing a giggle to her face. She then repeated the action on April causing the same effect on her friend's breasts. They both giggled wildly, taking turns bouncing each other's breasts.

A switch inside Tim's brain clicked. "Who the fuck cares who these women are!" echoed through his head. A hand reached toward his throbbing cock and began rubbing it. The women noticed and Jen said "Shame on us! We're leaving out poor Tim!" She slowly pulled down her thong and tossed it across the room. She then climbed over Tim and removed his hand. The olive skinned girl did the same, then slowly lowered herself onto his cock. She moaned slightly as she pressed herself down, not stopping until his entire length was in her. "Ahhh" she said, with eyes closed and a smile. April was not to be left out. She pressed Tim down to the bed and jumped on his chest. She then stradled his face. After a few seconds of Tim being completely motionless, April shouted "Well! Eat me!"

Tim began to dart his tongue in and out of her pussy, creating soft moans to come from her mouth. Meanwhile, Jen rocked back and forth, rubbing Tim's sides as she went. Every few moments she would reach forward and grab a handful of April's breasts. April pressed her pussy deeper into his face, causing his nose to enter her. She began to moan louder, adding pants as she grabbed onto Tim's hair. His tongue worked furiously now, fueled by the girl's sounds. His tongue grabbed hold of her clit and began rolling it in his mouth. After every few rolls, he would blow into her pussy, causing a shiver to run through her body. His mouth then grabbed a firm hold on her clit and began to wildly suck. April could take no longer. Her hips rhythmically swayed back and forth. Jen moved forward and began to furiously kiss her neck and fondle her breasts. April's sounds excited her as well. She began to press up and down harder and faster as her friend's voice increased in volume. April tilted her head back and let out a long, loud moan as she came all over Tim's face. At the same time, Jen squeezed April's breasts and let out a soft moan as she too came.

"Ohh! Its my turn!" said Jen, as she slid off of Tim's cock. April reluctantly pulled herself away from Tim and began to move lower. Jen came up and began to kiss all over Tim's face, sucking his lips and cheeks. "Oh April you tasted nice today. Mmm, mmm." Jen then proceeded to flip herself around. She placed her knees beside Tim's head, giving him an upside down pussy to work with. The rest of her faced his cock, which she once again gripped with both hands and began to furiously rub up and down. "Hey!"said April "That's mine now!" Jen grinned and removed her hands, allowing April to have her chance at riding the cock. Tim felt the juices from her orgasm run down his cock as she ever so slowly slid down. He then began to kiss Jen's pussy lips passionately. He then allowed his tongue to lick the lips. His fingers got involved too, as he spread her open and sent his tongue into her sweetness. Meanwhile, April rode his cock like a lunatic. She swirved and rocked, flailing around like it was a fireman's pole. She then leaned as far back as his cock would allow, fully showing the union to an awaiting Jen. Jen then licked up Tim's cock and around April's pussy. After her frantic fucking, she removed herself from his cock and presented it to Jen. She immediately deep throated it and firmly rubbed Tim's balls. After a few seconds of this motion, she handed the cock back to April, who began her antics once again. At Jen's end of things, Tim was softly nibbling on her clit one second, then wildly sucking the next. With each of his oral motions, Jen licked at the cock-in-pussy. After a few more moments of sucking, Jen sat straight up and came on Tim's chest, causing April to pull forward and lick it up.

From the moment April slid off Jen's skirt, Tim could have burst. He had never, ever seen this much. He had only made love to one woman before this and he came like a bullet each time he was with her. But now two girls were on top of him and, although he felt like exploding, he was able to "hold" it in.

But Tim's thoughts stopped as the girls moved on to more activities. Jen threw herself over the bed and lay with her back against the end of the bed and her legs bent on top of it. April had positioned herself on top of Jen's head, putting each girl face-to-pussy. Each immediately began to gently suck each other. After awhile, April removed herself from the tongue fondling and motioned for Tim to come over. He quickly crawled across the bed. When he arrived, April lifted Jen slightly, revealing her asshole to Tim. Muffled underneath April's pussy, Jen said "Fuck me in the ass, baby" and let out a slight giggle. Tim positioned himself and lay his cock over Jen's ass. He had never done it "back here" before. He didn't know what to expect. He didn't have time to think anymore. April grabbed his cock and began leading it into Jen's pussy. Tim adjusted himself as he slowly began to penetrate her. A slight shiver went through Jen's body as April stared at the process, with a wide smile across her face. Tim pushed further, causing Jen to moan softly. April returned to licking, but never tore her eyes from Tim's cock. He continued to push in, farther and farther, as Jen moaned louder and louder. Finally he stuck his cock fully inside of her and did what would come natural to any man: he began to fuck her. He thrust himself in and out of Jen's asshole, pounding it harder and harder. April was excited and was frantically sucking Jen. Tim kept pounding, in sync with Jen's moaning. April then began to lick along with them, turning the three into a rhythmic fucking machine. April then grabbed on to the base of Tim's cock and pulled it out. She then plopped the cock into her mouth and began sucking. Her tongue enveloped the cock as she moved back and forth with her head. She then took all but the head out and began sucking it like a lollipop. Realizing the center of attention had changed, Jen slid off and joined April's side. She removed her hands from the cock, allowing Jen to place one hand on his shaft and another on his balls. Jen strangled his cock, fiercely rubbing up and down, as her hands massaged his balls in circular motions. At the same time, April pressed her lips against his head and then sucked as hard as she could, almost begging him to come. The girls then switched placed, each mimicking the previous movements perfectly.

This was it. He held it in when they undressed each other. He held it in when then straddled him. He even held it in when he was ass fucking one of them. But this was it. He grabbed hold of the base of his manhood as the hot cum rose in his cock. The girls released their grip on his cock, but still held on to his balls. He closed his eyes and bent his neck back. The girls firmly squeezed his balls. His cock jerked up. The hot juice exploded from within him. His steady stream shot out all over the girls open mouths, down their faces, and onto their heaving breasts.

Tim held on to his cock even after he had finishing coming. He had just experienced the most mind-blowing orgasm ever. He sat and stared as the girls licked each other clean, moving their tongues over every inch of the wet area. They then stood up, put their clothes back on, and gave Tim a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for everything, hun."

"Yeah this had to have been one of the best."

"W-who are you?" said Tim, the familiar question resurfacing after the intense experience.

Both of them laughed as they headed back out into the rain.

"We told you already."

"We're the welcome committee."

Tim eventually lay back in bed and stared at the window. Rain wasn't a bad omen after all.



The Welcome Home



My plane touched down, right on time for a change. I had been out of town at a business meeting for the day, and was glad to be home. Getting up at 5:00 to make the red-eye flight out, and returning at 9:30 made for a long day. I hoped my buddy Don hadn't forgotten to pick me up. I wasn't in the mood to wait for a cab. I looked around, and was just ready to call the cab, when Don roared in to the parking lot in his Jenson Healy convertible. He hopped out and apologized for being late, and offered to buy me a drink in the airport bar. I needed something to relax me, so I agreed. After two dry southern comfort manhattans, everything seemed just fine, so I suggested we hit the town. Don agreed, so we headed off to my place so I could dump my briefcase, and change clothes.

I was just out of the shower when I heard some conversation from the living room. I presumed that Don had called someone, so I headed to my bedroom with only a towel wrapped around me. Much to my surprise, the conversation Don was having was with Sandy, one of my employees. She blushed when she saw me in my towel, and apologized for just dropping in unannounced, but she had wanted to say good bye to me. I had forgotten that today was her last day on the job at my car dealership. I invited her to stay and offered her a beer, grabbing one for myself and Don. I excused myself, and went to my bedroom to continue getting dressed.

I had just pulled on some jeans when I heard a soft knock at the open door. I looked up to see Sandy standing in the doorway with a couple fresh beers. Her face was still a little red, I presumed from being nervous, not realizing she had been standing there watching me for a few minutes. She hesitated before coming into the bedroom, and I joked, "I hope you're not afraid of what might happen if you come in here. You know my company policy...no fooling around with the hired help."

She stammered for a minute, saying something about that was why she was here tonight, then came in and gave my beer to me, our hands touching just a little bit longer than necessary as she handed it to me. Then it hit me. Since she was no longer an employee of mine, she was now fair game, and it seemed as though she was more than willing to take the office small talk and flirting to the next level. She caught me off guard by reaching up and giving me a kiss, then turned around and headed for the door.

I said "hold on there" and grabbed her arm and pulled her back to me. She came back to me and we kissed for what seemed like an hour. Don had wandered back to see where Sandy had disappeared to, and caught us in the middle of our kiss. "Gee, what does a guy have to do to get a kiss like that?" He asked. Sandy smiled and said "not much! I just feel like celebrating" as she walked over and gave Don a kiss. Don and I looked at each other, and winked, as it appeared as though we wouldn't have to go cruising tonight to get lucky.

I grabbed a shirt, and we headed out into the living room, grabbing a few beers on the way. It turns out Sandy was quite the party girl - something I never would have guessed from her behavior at work. After more than a few beers, I went into the kitchen to grab some snacks. When I turned around, Sandy was right in my face, and asked me if something was wrong. "Well, no, I said, Why?" "Why haven't you tried to put the moves on me?" She asked. Well, I explained, I didn't know how to ditch Don diplomatically, and I just figured she might not take to "entertaining" the two of us at the same time. She grinned, and said that was why she was here. She said she had heard me making plans to have Don pick me up at the airport, and had followed us home from the airport.

She turned away from me, and said "...but if you're not interested...". Sometimes I'm a little slow to react to a situation like this, but that night wasn't one of those times. I walked up behind her, and wrapped my arms around her, and grabbed her boobs while burying my face in her neck through her strawberry blond hair. "You don't have to ask twice", I said. She reached back and grabbed at my crotch and moaned.

Don had been listening in on our conversation, and came into the room asking if anyone could join in the fun. Sandy just smiled and grabbed his crotch, too. We stumbled into the living room, and as I drew the drapes closed I felt a hand on my shirt, pulling it out of my pants and up over my head. Sandy had a look in her eyes that told me we were in for the time of our lives.

I pulled her shirt out of her pants, and slowly unbuttoned it, as I kissed her. With a droop of her shoulders, it was gone. Her breasts were just the right size...not too big, and not too small. I pulled her bra down to expose her nipples, and they stuck out like erasers. As I bent down to suck on them, Don moved into action, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. I stopped long enough to allow her to step out of her jeans, leaving her with only her pulled down bra and her bikini panties. She then unbuckled both Don's and my jeans, pulled the zippers down, and stuck her hands in and grabbed our pulsating pagos. We dropped our pants the rest of the way, and stepped out of them, losing our underwear in the process.

We maneuvered over to the couch, and Don sat down, pulling Sandy's head to his cock. She started kissing it and before long, she was taking all 8 inches in her mouth. I pulled her panties off, and started licking her snatch from behind. I don't know who was moaning louder, Sandy or Don. I pulled her hips up, kneeling behind her, and started rubbing my cock against the now dripping lips of her snatch, teasing her. I pushed the head in an inch or so, and pulled it out, and continued rubbing her lips. She was really getting into sucking Don off, and he was loving it. I plunged my 9 inches into her quivering quam, pumping for all I was worth. We were all pushing and pulling and dripping and moaning. After what seemed like an hour, we all came at the same time, and collapsed into a heap on the couch and floor.

Sandy had swallowed most of Don's load, but a dribble of cum ran down her chin and onto her boobs. Her thighs were soaked with our mutual love juices, and we were all soaked with sweat. I suggested we take a shower, so the party moved into my "party" shower (big enough for four, but that's another story). There's something about a woman's wet slippery body that just turns me on, so it wasn't long before old Duke was standing at attention again. We lathered up Sandy, and she did the same for us. I concentrated on her pussy, while Don worked on her boobs. I have never felt a pussy that wet. She was just creaming and moaning for my cock. She bent over and took me in her mouth, and Don started ramming his rod home. It wasn't long before I was ready to cum again, and I let Sandy know. She just seemed to suck harder, and when she felt the first pulse of my seed shoot into her mouth, she looked up at me and groaned. Seconds later, Don announced that he was ready to arrive, and continued to pound into her from behind as I pinched and pulled on her wiggling nipples. I've never had sex with a woman who was vocal during sex, but Sandy liked to let you know exactly what was going on, so it was no surprise when she started shaking and yelling just as Don was dumping his load in her.

We rested for a few minutes, and then finished our shower, and retired to the bedroom, where we took turns enjoying Sandy's talents pretty much all night long. Don and I said goodbye to Sandy about 10:00 in the morning with deep kisses, and headed back to catch up on some sleep. I never saw Sandy again, but I'll never forget her special goodbye.



The Welcome Home



Jodie paced nervously in her townhouse, checking the window often for signs of the red Ford that would bring her favorite man home from his business trip. As soon as she saw his truck come around the corner and up the street, she dashed down the stairs to greet him.

Walter had gone on business trips before, even longer ones but somehow, this time, she had really missed him and wanted to show him just how much she'd missed him.

When he came to the door, it was already open. Jodie waved him in and, after closing and locking the door behind them, she quickly put her hands around his neck and kissed him. They kissed for a few minutes and then came up for air.

"I missed you."

"I see that."

"I mean I really missed you..." Jodie said as she gently pushed him towards the stairs.

"I was only gone five days."

"I know. But for some reason, I really, really missed you."

Catching a glimpse of how much she'd missed him, Walter asked "Just how much did you miss me?"

Pushing him gently all the way to the stairs, Jodie gave him a simple command "Sit".

"Here? In the stairs?"

"Just sit."

Finally, Walter sat on the third step and Jodie pushed him back against the wall. Leaning in, she kissed him and with her free hand, she started undoing his pants.

"I can wait until we get to the bed you know."

"I know. I just want you. Now."

Jodie knelt on the bottom step and parted his pants and reached in, pulling out his hardening cock. Without hesitation, she bent down and took him into her mouth, having her lips touch the base of his shaft quickly, knowing that when he was fully erect, she wouldn't be able to take him all in. She pulled back and plunged back down one last time while blood was still making its way to his member. As she started pulling back the second time, she moaned on his cock, the vibration teasing his cock even more.

With her hand, she grabbed the now erect cock and pumped it, licking and sucking the cock as if it were her first meal in months. Walter let his head fall back and moaned his appreciation.

He let her play with his cock for a few minutes but after five days of inactivity and with receiving this much attention, he knew he wouldn't last long. Soon, he grabbed her hair and guided her up and down his shaft at the pace that felt the best for him.

"Yeah big guy, show me how you want it," Jodie mumbled against his cock.

"I'm not going to last much longer Sweetie, if you want to move around, now would be the time." Walter managed between breaths.

Jodie shook her head. "This here is what I want. I'm hungry for you big guy, let me have it." 

And she licked and sucked even more vigorously on his hard cock, moaning against it, enjoying it. With her free hand, she reached for his sack, gently fondling it, knowing it would push him over the edge. Jodie felt him contract and tense up and then felt the spurts of hot come down her throat. She continued sucking him gently until he was done and she felt his hands relax on her head.

When she freed him from her greedy mouth, he pulled her up and kissed her and said "That was a nice welcome home!"

They took a few minutes to gather their wits and for Walter to do up his pants and then made their way up the stairs to the kitchen. They talked for a while, standing close and having their arms around each other. After a while, Jodie said "Should we make dinner?"

"Maybe."

Taking that as a yes, Jodie turned around and reached for containers on the counter. Walter was right behind her and put his arms around her and pulled her against him. 

"I won't be making much for us to eat if you keep doing that..." 

His hand cupped her mound through her jeans and he kissed her neck and then whispered

"Maybe like you, I should get dessert first..."

Walter used his other hand to turn her head to him and kissed her. He kissed her and rubbed her pussy through her pants for a few moments and then pulled away, pulling her with him. He turned her around and pushed her up against the table. 

"I definitely want to eat dessert now, before dinner."

"Oh you do, do you?"

Walter pulled on Jodie's pants and undid them, pushing her onto the table. He bent down and started kissing her trimmed pussy as he pulled the pants and undies to her knees. He pushed his tongue between her lips and teased the sensitive nub he found in there. He licked and sucked on her clit for a short time and then groaned:

"I can't wait Sweetie. I can't stop thinking about how you greeted me and I'm so hard it's painful. I have to have it in you. Now."

"No problem, big guy, I want it as bad as you do."

He stood up and pulled her off the table on which she'd been reclining. Then he turned her around and bent her down over the table and positioned himself behind her. Without warning, he plunged into her. Her sharp intake of air was very soon followed by an appreciative moan as she felt filled with his thick hard cock. Walter moved back and forth slowly for a few strokes but then reached under and started rubbing her clit.

"God Sweetie, I've never wanted you so bad as I do now. I want to just fuck you but that won't be any good for you."

"Don't worry love, I was so turned on before you even got here that it won't take much for me either. Just keep pounding me and rubbing me. Oh yeah, like that."

Walter grabbed her hip with his left hand while his right was busy rubbing her clit and making her tension mount.

"I want to feel your pussy contract around my cock. You are so tight!"

Jodie was beyond words as her breathing was growing ragged. She moaned and then managed to say "Don't stop, big guy, don't stop."

Walter did as he was told and kept rubbing while he pounded her pussy with his hard cock. Soon, he felt the first contraction of her pussy around his cock. Knowing her well, he slowed down the movement of his hand on her clit and pressed against it, sending her fully over the edge in a long drawn out groan. 

Feeling her pussy walls contract against his cock was all he needed and he groaned his own release. After emptying his load into her, he stilled against her until their breathing slowed.

"Wow, maybe I should go away more often."

"Maybe you should!" Jodie answered with a satisfied smile.



The Welcome Intruder



Most people would think travelling the world would be exciting, you've done it for so long you can only think of it as boring..... Another flight another, crowded airport, another meeting, another identical hotel! You sometimes even lose track of which country you're in, this it you've returned to England and you're able to use the flat you own in London, after a long day of meetings you return home and feel as if your life has stopped dead you wish something exciting would happen just to relieve the sameness!!

Later that night you wake up on the sofa, 'god I did it again!' you think, falling asleep on the sofa is getting to be a habit! You decide to have a shower to see if that will relax your aching muscles before you go to bed. 15 minutes later as you get out of the shower you hear a noise, you stay quiet but don't hear anything else and thinking it was your imagination you stroll into the living room without turning on the light, there you see a shadowy figure move quietly round the room.... 'Fuck I'm being burgled you think' and then you have an idea!!

Slowly you creep up on the figure... and before it knows what's happening you grab the first thing that comes to hand and push it into the figures back..... 'Don't move or you'll be sorry' you say and the figure freezes! As you both stand there you realise you have no idea what to do next!! Feeling the figure tense you push the thing in your hand harder into its back, and as the TV comes on you realise it's the remote!!! The figure spins round and grabs at you forcing you back and you both fall on to the sofa struggling...trying to get a stronger grip on each other to stop them moving....

Suddenly you're looking into the blues eyes you have ever seen... and you can feel his hard body against you, neither of you are moving.... 'he's just realise I'm naked' you think.....slowly without making a sound he lowers his mouth onto yours and kisses you lightly, you feel like an electric shock has just gone through you.... and then you feel yourself kissing him back and your arms are circling his neck holding him there. Without you holding his arms he's free to move and with you still kissing him he raises himself onto his knees pulling you along and lifts you to the sofa, then you feel his hand brush across your stomach and up to cup your breast... gently squeezing it and his thumb finds your hard nipple and rubs across it and back... a slight moan escapes you.... he does it again.... another moan...

His other hand is behind you and you feel it caress the small of your back...... as he lays across your still wet body you feel a hardness pushing at your thigh, dropping a hand to his leg you manage to slip it between you and feel it there... getting harder as you touch!! Suddenly you feel your pussy start to tingle... you know if he doesn't do what you hope you'll just scream!!

Feeling your body moving he kisses down your neck and another moan escapes your lips... still he moves further down.... across your chest, and now you can't believe he's kissing you breast! You feel his lips on your nipple, he lightly brushes it and moves away... you can't help it a soft 'Nooo' escapes you only to find he's kissing your other nipple and this time he's sucked it into his mouth..... You feel his teeth round it and as he sucks and lick it you feel him bite it gently at first and then harder..... Each time you moan louder.....

You're breathing faster now almost panting.... it's been so long since you've had anyone pay attention to you... so much travelling doesn't help..... you feel the man move again and you groan as you understand where has going.... kissing and licking down your stomach... slowly so slowly he reaches your thighs and shocked you feel him carry on kissing down!! Your body is tingling hard now and you can't help massaging and teasing your nipples... not caring that the man whose doing these things to you is a stranger and was going to rob you a few minutes ago!! He's kissing up the inside of your thighs now.... you can almost believe he knew it was one of your most favourite turn ons!! Closer he kisses to your now pulsing pussy lips... and he stops just before touching them and kisses above your pussy mound!! You groan so loud and look down to see him staring at you as you pull hard on your nipples.......

He slowly leans down and plants a soft kiss right on your pussy... you gasp and can't stop your legs from opening... inviting him to do more... inviting him to do whatever he likes... he leans down again and you can see in the flickering light of the TV his tongue slowly slipping out of his mouth and onto your pussy lips.... another gasp and groan!! You feel his tongue gently lick up and down your pussy you feel it getting wetter and pulse again... he does it again this time slipping the tip inside and you know he can taste how wet you are and how your pussy juices are flooding you... again another lick.. Another gasp... this time he doesn't pull his tongue out but finds your clit and licks across it and around... you can't believe how hard it suddenly becomes... A solid lump pushing out to be used and teased.... you're panting hard now... and couldn't stop him even if you wanted too....

Suddenly he stops and is standing in front of you looking down at you... as you look back you start to get scared... what's he going to do?? Am I going to be hurt?? Are the only thoughts in your head.... slowly he leans down and takes your hand... raises it and ever so slowly places it on the huge lump you can see in his trousers..... with relief you know what he expects.... you move you other hand up and trembling you undo his belt and trousers slipping them down his well muscled legs, before you is a tight pair of boxers and a large bulge.... you can only stare at it for a second before trailing 2 of your fingers down it and feel it twitch... you must have it!!..... Slowly almost reverently you peel the boxers down so the tip appears... you can see it's shiny from his juices in the light from the TV, again you touch it with your finger and feel the stickiness as it twitches again... you hear a noise and realise he moaned...

You feel him tense as you hear police sirens but they disappear off into the night... you reach out and take his hot cock in a trembling hand and feel it throb..... slowly you move you face towards it and let your tongue flick out and over the tip... you pussy twitches and you feel yourself burn with the desire to have this wonderful thing in you.... again you flick your tongue over it and you feel more of his juices flow out of it... you move close as you hear his breathing quicken and lightly surround the tip with your lips.. another groan from him and you realised you answered his with one of your own... you take more in and start to greedily suck taking as much as you can in to your mouth as you move your lips up and down his throbbing shaft...... you can feel the pressure building in his cock by the harder and harder throbbing and his moans and gasps of pleasure.. Suddenly your pussy throbs in unison with this monster cock and you feel it jerk.... seconds later you feel him flood your mouth with his cum... Shooting and shooting as you hungrily swallow every last drop....

You lean back with your eyes closed savouring the taste and feeling of what you have just done... then you feel him again between your legs and again he licks across your pussy lips... sending yet another electric shock through your body.... pushing his tongue hard against your clit he starts to lick faster and faster as you juices flow out and into his mouth... your holding on to the sofa back and panting hard now... you feel wave after wave of pleasure with each lick and suck... you can't help but cry out... 'Oh fuck yes please.... please don't stop....' he renews his efforts and pushes harder sometimes sucking your clit in to his mouth and licking it... your trying to bury your face in to the cushion beside you now... you almost shouting continuously..... Suddenly you stiffen as he pushes 3 fingers inside you as he licks..... There no ways you can stop it.... you know you're going to cum now and cum hard!!!.... With a final lick and thrust of his fingers you scream!! And the biggest hardest orgasm you've ever felt hits you..... Your bodies throbbing and shaking... your pussy has trapped his finger inside you and won't let go.... now he's using his thumb on your clit and the waves of pleasure aren't stopping your almost crying with pleasure... Your body feels like its burning as you cum.....

As your body relaxes you feel him still between your legs... looking up in to his eyes you know he hasn't finished with you yet... your eyes move down to his stomach and you see his huge cock still hard and pointing at your pussy.... your body trembles from your continuing orgasms... and you look back at him.. Slowly he moves towards you on his knees and you feel the tip of his cock on your now burning throbbing pussy lips... 'Please no... not yet' you gasp as you can't take your eyes off his face... he gently places a cum covered finger over your lips and you can smell his cum on it... you body reacts and you feel another orgasm coming.... now you feel him start to push in to you... feeling like he's splitting your pussy you moan and beg 'Please no... Not now... please' he continues pushing until you know he has as much of his cock inside you as you can take... slowly he starts to pull out... you feel the jolt of another orgasm hit you...pushing you over the edge... you feel him entering you again and cry out!!!!

Again he's pulling out and again another wave... this time he stops... now you can't take it... you need him to fuck you and you don't care how.... 'Don't stop... please fuck me.... use me I'm yours...' your horrified to hear yourself utter those words... with a slight smile he thrusts hard in to you and you scream again... losing yourself in the feeling as he fucks you harder and harder... your body's shaking uncontrollably as you feel his cock start to tighten and throb even in your hot throbbing pulsing pussy..... You feel him cum inside you... long and hard... you can't believe someone can cum that much!! Then your own powerful orgasm hits you and you feel like you losing yourself... your body is on fire and all you can feel is the pulse of your pussy and the thrust of this man's cock deep inside you...... you feel like you're going to faint and collapse onto the sofa......... when you recover you realise the man has gone... staggering to the bathroom you find the window open and a ladder underneath it.... without another word you shut the window and all you can do is fall on to your bed... 



The Welcoming Committee



"Alexis, sweetheart, I'm back!" you sing as you come through the front door.

"In here, baby," I call from the bedroom, a smile in my voice.

"Oh God, I missed ..." Stopping suddenly in the doorway you gaze at the bed in disbelief.

"Hi honey," I murmur, my hands wrapped in the long blonde hair of a 20 something girl between my legs. "Welcome home."

You stare at me, lying there on the bed, my breasts spilling out of my black lace bra as the girl nibbles at my swollen clit. The sheets are tangled and the room smells vaguely of pussy as I cup my tits in my hands, pulling at the nipples through the lace.

"Why don't you have a shower and then come join us?" I suggest.

"Umm, well sure," you agree as you walk through the bedroom to our private bathroom. "Be with you in 2 secs."

As you turn on the shower you hear a familiar sound, one that you had inspired many times before. One that made the blood rush to your already hard cock ...

"Oh yes, God, don't stop, don't stop, so close .."

You hurry through your shower in record time and practically run back into the bedroom, your hair wet and slicked back.

"Come here, baby," I invite, opening my arms.

You lie on the bed beside me and kiss me long and hard. As you thrust your tongue into my mouth you can feel a small hand on your cock.

"She wants you, Jay," I murmur against your lips. "She needs your cock."

"But Alexis," you whisper back, "I thought it would just be us tonight."

I smile, rubbing my hand across the hair on your chest.

"You've been gone four days, honey. If I know you, you're gonna be good for all night."

Your only response is a gasp as you feel warm lips on the tip of your prick. 

"Her name's Leah," I tell you, bending to suck at your nipples.

Leah begins stroking your cock with her tongue, coating your shaft while she fondles your balls. I watch as she stops to swirl her tongue around your tip, hearing you moan as she teases your hole. Getting up on my knees, I undo my bra, my breasts falling free as I move on top of you.

"Suck my tits, Jay, suck them baby," I beg. Pressing them together you take both nipples in your mouth at once as I rub my cunt on your chest. You can feel my warm juice spreading across your skin as I fuck myself against your body.

"Oh Jesus, Alexis," you moan as Leah sucks hungrily at your dick. "I need her on top, baby, oh baby, show her how to ride me."

She gets up, straddling your lap and I playfully pinch her fat nipples. Taking your cock in my hand I rub it against her pussy, my fingers parting her lips.

"Slow Leah, go nice and slow, baby, that's what he needs."

The feel of her tight cunt on your prick almost makes you lose it right there as she lowers herself slowly down your shaft.

"Feel good, Jay?" I ask as I get behind her. "Want her to fuck you, baby?"

"Yes," you moan, "oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard."

She begins stroking herself with your dick as I reach around, pulling on her nipples. I kiss the back of her smooth neck as I watch you, your eyes closed, biting your lip. You reach out and grab her firm ass, pulling her down on you even harder, your hips beginning to move. Her nipples are tender beneath my fingers as I tease her clit, rubbing my cunt against her ass.

"Do it Leah," I pant, "fuck him, fuck my baby."

She moans and leans back, her young body working your cock so well. The bed shakes as she rocks back and forth on your throbbing prick, her hands grabbing at your chest as the waves begin.

"So good," she moans, "so fuckin' good, oh God, so hard." 

I feel her body tense and her cum spills down your prick, soaking the sheets. Your hips jerk against her as you shoot your load deep into her hot cunt. As the waves slow she lays down beside you and spreads her legs. I move down and gently lick your cum from her beautiful cunt, tasting both of you.

As you watch me, your cock begins to harden again and I smile. 

"See, what did I tell you, Leah? All night ... all night long."